Like
a poet
says,
“Ain’t
no
words in
this song”,
’cause
I’m
grabbing
at
loose
strings
and missing
vowels
to
describe
my
love
tucked
inside
of
yours.
Like
a poet
whispers,
“Justwait forthenoun todebut”,
and
he’s
starting
to
walk
a little
wiser
like Jackson
did
and
that
beanstalk
of
his.
Like a
poet
writes,“Thelastof thisis alreadyknown”,
’cause
see,
I’m
falling
into
a
heads over
heels
situation
with you,
and
I’m
not
doing
a
damn
thing
about
it.

I’m walking
tall,
and feeling
legs
that
bear
weight,
and eyes
that
gaze to
a star
that
we named. I’m
feeling
you
whispering
to
my
neck, and
your
body
hard-pressed
like
Stonehenge
before
we knew
them.
It’s like
you’re
here,
caressing
and feeling
this
dude up;
layers
ain’t too
much in this
sense,
but I’m
gasping
and wondering
how
your
beautiful
lips have
reached this
far
place.

So, there I was. Sitting on the plane and trying to be realistic about not eating the food.

Did you get that?

I said, “Not eating the food right?”. But, as you can imagine, I chose against my better judgment and decided to partake in the tuna sandwich, fried chicken bits, and an eclair that perhaps has seen better days.

Oh, did I mention I was flying Pakistani Air?

…yes,yes, I know, a small but important detail.

But I continue.

After my meal, I proceed to relax by watching a movie on the plane for the last half of the flight, quietly ignoring the simmering discomfort in my stomach region. Hey! I have to be tough and ain’t no stinkin’ pain gonna stop me from my movie. Right? And plus, nice guys always finish last and admitting to any pain, especially for this Navy Chief, is definitely a nice guy trait.

But I digress.

After the plane lands, nothing. Get to the office and unload. Nothing. Get to the house for some much needed sleep.

Something.

When I tell you that my amazing friend Mr. Toilet and I had some serious conversations about life, I would be informing you of a huge understatement. Not only did Mr. Toilet and I become BFFs for centuries to come, I think I’m going to start having his babies. So, yes…the Pakistani bug finally hit me but luckily for me, I found the courage to balance out the sickness with some lessons learned from this amazing experience:

1. Puking your guts out isn’t the best way to get a six-pack. Although, I’m impressed with my results so far.

2. During the middle of a Skype session, it’s okay to excuse yourself for a quick puke. Just remember to brush the teeth. It’s Skype after all.

3. When the chills and heat flashes start, don’t be surprised to find yourself in a slight delirium. It’s normal and the effects are short lived unless you actually want them to linger beyond the standard term.

4. When the moment hits you to never eat anything again, don’t fall for it. It’s a trick to make you think you’re not invincible. Hey, even Superman had a few lost battles every now and then.

5. And lastly, never mistake a fart for being a fart during this time. You’ll be doing more laundry than expected. Trust me.

So, if you can imagine me quiet and still for a few days–and perhaps shivering a bit, it was largely due to the simple relaxation factor God imposed on me over the last day. I just wish he could have just made it rain outside instead of making it cramp and all liquidity on the inside.